Today is a lazy Sunday. If I can manage to get off of the couch, I might go to the Goodwill to do some rummaging…or maybe go to the grocery store. If I’m feeling particularly adventurous, I might even stop by the bar to have a beer with friends…but that’s a long shot.
Growing up, Sundays seemed to always be about having to be somewhere…church was a requirement, and there were often family visits to be made. You just had to be home, fed and bathed by the time Walt Disney came on. During the Summer months we even got to stay up late enough to watch Bonanza (if we were lucky Little Joe would kiss a girl, the Western equivalent of a red shirt beaming down to the planet on Star Trek).
Saturdays, on the other hand, were usually filled up with preparations for Sunday. We had to…
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